Kickstart meme
Jun. 23rd, 2011 06:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
The first TEN people to comment in this post get to request that I write a drabble of any pairing or character of your choosing. In return, you are challenged to post this in your own journal, regardless of your ability level- or not as you wish.
1. Marco/Jordan for
rattyjol
2. Eva for
lisacharly
3. Puck/Lauren for
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4. Kristie/Li for
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5. Rachel and Jake for
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Somehow I doubt I'll even get ten. I'm only committing to minifics (think, like, within an LJ comment length) but obviously if your prompt is just SO BRILLIANT it could turn into more. Also, limiting the fandoms to Glee/Animorphs/LotR/Lost, because I DON'T want to have to do research, lol.
Meme ganked from
rattyjol of awesome Animorphs fic. =D
PS: Shelly...don't prompt my chapter, I'll get to it, I swear!
1. Marco/Jordan for
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2. Eva for
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3. Puck/Lauren for
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4. Kristie/Li for
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5. Rachel and Jake for
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Somehow I doubt I'll even get ten. I'm only committing to minifics (think, like, within an LJ comment length) but obviously if your prompt is just SO BRILLIANT it could turn into more. Also, limiting the fandoms to Glee/Animorphs/LotR/Lost, because I DON'T want to have to do research, lol.
Meme ganked from
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PS: Shelly...don't prompt my chapter, I'll get to it, I swear!
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Date: 2011-06-23 11:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-06-26 04:31 am (UTC)Then again, if Rachel were alive, it probably never would've happened. Jordan never would have turned to him at the funeral, sobbing, they never would've found themselves at the Berenson house afterward, talking about how Rachel would've hated it all, how Tobias had done the right thing. A few late-night calls to talk about it more somehow springs up into a relationship.
Jordan is not like Rachel at all, and it would be creepy if she were. Jordan shies from what little spotlight they sometimes have to put up with (Marco does his best to keep it on him and off her), she's often calm and rational when they argue (especially compared to Marco), and she never manages to look quite as much like the supermodel Rachel was (though he still thinks she's quite beautiful, even when her hair is mussed).
But then sometimes when they're play fighting over the remote, or cruising the highways in Marco's convertible and she tips her head back to feel the wind in her hair, she gets this wicked grin on her face and it's Rachel all over again.
He never tells her. He doesn't want to spoil it.
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Date: 2011-06-26 04:42 am (UTC)She wakes up most mornings and it takes her a few moments to remember that she survived the war, that Peter is there to hold her hand, that Marco managed to get out alive, too, and for all intents and purposes they're all okay.
She wonders why, why them, when so many other people--innocent people--lost so much. They try to tell her she's innocent, too, that she was just a bystander, not in control, but the things the Yeerk used her to do still gnaw at her sometimes, and she doesn't feel like she deserves any of it.
When Peter finally acknowledges to her that Marco probably isn't coming back from space, that somehow seems like a much more fitting end to it all.
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Date: 2011-06-27 04:03 am (UTC)"You know me so well, Puckerman," Lauren told him, raising a hand to flag down a waiter. After their order was taken, Puck looked over ar her, a pout on his face.
"You know, we've been going out for like six months now. You don't have to call me Puckerman anymore. You could call me babe, or hon, or even Puck would be nice if you can't call me my name."
Lauren frowned. "I'm not a complete bitch," she tells him. "When you were trying to get me to date you, I wasn't just blowing you off because I'm that confident. You just...have a reputation, at McKinley. Love 'em and leave 'em. You knocked up Fabray and she still knew better than to date you."
Puck frowned, too. "That hurts, babe."
"I know. But that's what I'm saying, I was just trying to get my seven minutes in heaven without getting attached to you, because I knew if we dated it wouldn't last long. I wasn't trying to make you work to get with me, I was actually trying to push you away. But then you didn't give up like I thought you would. And here we are." Lauren shrugs.
"Are you saying you fell for my irresistible charms?" Puck asks, grinning.
"Something like that." It's the closest she's come to admitting that she more-than-tolerates Puck. "But there's no way I'm calling you babe or hon or anything sappy like that."
"How about Noah?"
"Noah..." Lauren tries it out, letting it roll over her tongue. "Maybe. I'll think about it."
Puck smiles, but she'll never admit it makes her heart melt just a little.
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Date: 2011-07-02 06:36 am (UTC)But it will probably be after the weekend. I'm in St. Louis! =D
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Date: 2011-07-09 02:57 am (UTC)Even when there was the book between them, she wasn't greedy. It wasn't really in her nature. And now that the book is gone, she's even less likely to ask--it isn't as if doing favors for her is really Li's job description anymore.
Besides, truly, it's the magic he does without using his magic that Kristie really likes best. It's the simple brush of their fingertips when he shares his lunch with her, the look on his face when brings her flowers, and most of all, his smile when he gives her another small trinket that pleases her more than the gift itself. It all makes her feel special.
Li, in turn, loves to use his magic on her. In nearly a thousand years of masters, none of them had ever appreciated him the way Kristie does. It's her insistence that "You don't have to do that," when he makes things more convenient for her that makes him want to do it all the more. After all, what good is his magic to him if he can't make someone happy?
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Date: 2011-07-09 02:57 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-07-09 08:17 pm (UTC)Hard for your relationship not to be at least a little odd with a 900+ year age gap.
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Date: 2011-07-09 04:49 am (UTC)"The Berensons have got to be the last family on earth that has these huge get-togethers for every single kid," she muses, looking out over the backyard at their assorted family members. There's a picnic table loaded down with hotdogs and watermelon and the quarter of the cake that remains uneaten. Some of the smaller kids have gotten into bathing suits and are playing on a Slip'n'Slide, and the bigger kids--mostly just Saddler, really--are picking on them, spraying them with the hose when they're not paying attention. The adults are mingling, inside the house and out.
"Yeah. Your house next," Jake reminds her. Sara's birthday is coming up in a few weeks.
Rachel shakes her head. "It's weird to think of her getting older. I don't want her to get older."
Jake turns and gives her a funny look.
Rachel glances around to make sure she can't be overheard. "They don't like children as hosts."
"Ah." Jake agrees. He can't say much more, it's too risky, but before he can come up with something comforting, Naomi comes out onto the deck, the heels of her sandals clicking on the worn wood.
"Jean remembered that there's a volleyball set in the garage. If we set it up will you two join the game?"
Rachel shrugs. "Sure, Mom."
Naomi glances between the two of them. "You two are always so serious. Lighten up, it's a party!" She whirls around and heads off toward the garage.
Rachel smiles at Jake, standing up and brushing off her shorts. "Come on. We might as well soak up all the normal we can get while we can."